Her name is Stella, and yes, I'm very proud.
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- Vigorous Writing is Concise
- We didn't start the fire
- MMMBoppin' through Central Park
- Goodnight Moon
- I'd like a bathroom, please
- SEL vs. Mother Nature: Battle of the Bronx Biathlon
- 'Twas the night before the Biathlon
- A single or a double cone?
- T-minus 56 hours
- Team APES @ CPK
- The Stationary Bike and Minus Eight Inches
- 34th Street/Herald Square
- The cause of suchophobia
- It's Street Fair season, y'all!
- Pigs on Parade?
- A different kind of precious cargo
- Half a player
- Are neon orange palm trees indigenous to Manhattan?
- Dead bodies (or what SEL didn't see today)
- I see London, I see France...
- The Bitterly Cold Bike Ride
- Another lesson in semantics
- Turning the corner
- A Letter to the Triathlon Committee
- Can I really do this?
- My introduction to Saint Elizabeth
- "Hoppy" Easter!!
- Chilly tootsies
- The Pomology of Sweetness and Light
- The Elephant FOR the Living Room
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